December 1965 in CaracasWhen Arnie LaFlem took a piece of the pieWhen he packed up the casino chips, the IOU and the abacusAnd switched off the jukebox in a &quot;A Fool Such as I&quot;

He was a leg man who was open to offersBut he couldn't get her off his mind as he passed the tourist officeand as he entertained himself singing just like Sammy Davis JuniorHe toyed with her trip to Miami

For money like thathe could have sweet talk in her earNow they don't speak any EnglishJust American without tears

It was an idea that he dangled on his kneeand nursed it like his coffee cupwhen he couldn't find any other wayIt always seemed to come to himwhile the day was dipping downand sun was like a lightbulbbeing swallowed by a clown

He took her for everythingHe took her for his only oneHe took her out of coventry and over to IdahoBut the war wound that he carried home

And she seemed to be crying for year after yearand says, &quot;You don't speak any EnglishJust American between tears.&quot;

&quot;Honey&quot; she said to me &quot;Will you turn down the radio.You haven't slept a wink since we came to HavanaWhen you're gonna get the strength to go over to FloridaAll you ever listen to is 'The Voice of America'.&quot;

It was the story of a young English puppetWho took up with a soldier boyand thought she would profit.Just like me she found out what true love is aboutAnyway she's in New Orleans it would never work out

Oh she seemed to be crying for year after yearNow you don't speak any EnglishJust American between tears.Just American without tears.

For you seem to be crying year after yearNow you don't speak any EnglishJust American without tears.Just American without tears.